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Malé básně v próze

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Les fleurs du mal

Petits poemes en prose

La Fanfarlo

Baudelaire in English

» The Flowers of Evil «

To the Reader

Spleen and the Ideal
The Albatross
The Elevation
I love the thought...
The Beacons
The Sicks Muse
The Venal Muse
The Wretched Monk
The Enemy
Ill Fortune
A Former Life
Gypsies Travelling
Man and the Sea
Don Juan in Hell
Punishment for Pride
The Ideal
The Giantess
The Mask
Hymn to Beauty
The Jewels
Exotic Parfume
Head of Hair
I love you as I love...
You'd entertain the universe...
Sed non satiata
The way her silky garments...
The Dancing Serpent
A Carcass
De profundis clamavi
The Vampyre
Beside a monstrous Jewish whore...
Remorse after Death
The Cat
The Balcony
The Possessed
A Phantom
I give to you these verses...
Semper Eadem
Completely One
What will you say tonight...
The Living Torch
To One Who Is Too Cheerful
The Spiritual Dawn
The Harmony of Evening
The Flask
Misty Sky
The Cat
The Splendid Ship
Invitation to the Voyage
The Irreparable
Autumn Song
To a Madonna
Song of the Afternoon
Praises for My Francisca
For a Creole Lady
Moesta et errabunda
The Ghost
Autumn Sonnet
Sorrows of the Moon
The Pipe
A Fantastical Engraving
The Happy Corpse
The Cask of Hate
The Cracked Bell
The Taste for Nothingness
Alchemy of Suffering
Congenial Horror
Prayer of a Pagan
The Pot Lid
Midnight Examination
Sad Madrigal
The Cautioner
The Rebel
Very Far From France
The Gulf
Lament of an Icarus
The Irremediable
The Clock

Parisian Scenes
The Sun
The Insulted Moon
» To a Red-Haired Beggar Girl «
The Swan
The Seven Old Man
The Little Old Women
The Blind
To a Woman Passing By
Skeletons Digging
Danse macabre
The Love of Illusion
I have not forgotten...
That kind heart you were jealous of...
Mists and Rains
Parisian Dream

The Soul of Wine
The Ragman's Wine
The Murderer's Wine
The Solitary's Wine
The Lovers' Wine

Flowers of Evil
Epigraph for a Condemned Book
A Martyr
Condemned Women: Delphine and Hippolyta
Condemned Women
The Two Good Sisters
The Fountain of Blood
A Beatrice
The Metamorphoses of the Vampire
A Voyage to Cythera
Passion and the Skull

St Peter's Denial
Abel and Cain
Litanies of Satan

The Death of Lovers
The Death of the Poor
The Death of Artists
Day's End
Dream of a Curious Man

To Theodore de Banville

The Waifs
The Setting of the Romantic Sun

The Fountain
Bertha's Eyes
A Face Makes Promises
The Monster

Poem on the Portrait of Honoré Daumier
Lola de Valence
On Tasso in Prison

Diverse Pieces
The Voice
The Unforeseen
The Ransom
To a Girl of Malabar

On the Debut of Amina Boschetti
To M. Eugene Fromentin
A Jolly Tavern

Prose Poems



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Malý koutek poezie


The Flowers of Evil

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To a Red-Haired Beggar Girl

Pale girl with russet hair,
Tatters in what you wear
Show us your poverty
And your beauty,

For me, poor poet, in
The frail and freckled skin
Of your young flesh
Is a sweetness.

You move in shoes of wood
More gallantly than could
A velvet-buskined Queen
Playing a scene;

In place of rags for clothes
Let a majestic robe
Trail in its bustling pleats
Down to your feet;

Behind the holes in seams
Let a gold dagger gleam
Laid for the roue's eye
Along your thigh;

Let loosened ribbons, then,
Unveil us for our sins
Two breasts as undisguised
And bright as eyes;

As for your other charms,
Let your resistant arms
Frustrate with saucy blows
The groping rogues;

Pearls of a lustrous glow,
Sonnets penned by Belleau,
Suitors at your command
Constantly send,

Menial rhymsters, too,
Dedicate works to you;
Seeing your slipper there
Under the stair,

Pages and noble lords,
Would-be Ronsards galore,
Spy for the secret sweets
Of your retreat!

Lilies, in your alcove,
Count less than making love -
You'd hold to lovers' law
Several Valois'

- Meanwhile, you beg to eat
Stale bread and tainted meat
Thrown from an alley door -
Backstreet Vefour -

And covet secretly
The cheapest jewellery
Which I (forgive me!) can't
Place in your hand.

Go then, a starveling girl
With no perfume or pearls,
Only your nudity
O my beauty!

Přeložil James McGowan

originale française: LXXXVIII. A une Mendiante rousse

český překlad: Rusovlasé žebračce

Pale girl with russet hair: this same young woman is the subject of the masterpiece of Baudelaire's friend, the painter Emile Deroy. She was an itinerant guitar-player and street singer who circulated through the Latin Quarter and was noticed for her beauty by several among Baudelaire's circle of friends.
Belleau: Remi Belleau (1528-77), noted love poet.
Ronsards: Pierre Ronsard (1524-85), the great poet of sixteenthcentury France. This poem is in a form associated with Ronsard, and some of its words in French are archaic, from Ronsard's time. Baudelaire was particularly fascinated by, and knowledgeable in French poetry of the fifteenth to the seventeenth centuries.
Valois: the French ruling family from 1328 to 1589. The beggar girl is whimsically being treated as though she were a sixteenthcentury beauty.
Backstreet Véfour: ironic; the Véfour, of the Palais-Royal, was a celebrated and expensive restaurant of Baudelaire's time, as it is in ours. :: Since 2002 :: Based On Layout Designed By Danny Is On Fire Productions © 2006